Good morning all from a cloudy Glasgow, where it is 2°C.
Happy birthday, Blue Sapphire.🎁🎂🎉
For the first time in a long time, I slept all night. The 17,000 steps I did, walking hobbling from church to parish hall and vice versa, may have had something to do with it.😉
My limit is 7,000 on a very good day!
The young sacristan and I were stunned, when the Chief Sacristan informed us, that a man was coming to take down his shed, and he was going home after morning Mass.
He has not lifted a finger, the whole time, we have been moving items, just scuttles away.
It has taken three days of hard graft.
We were raging, even more so, when we found his surplice still hanging in the wardrobe, despite the fact that he was supposed to move it himself.
There is no entry to the church, as of today. It is a hard hat area. How does he expect to get his things?
The church is looking lovely, thanks to all those parishioners, who came to the rescue last night, when we were on our knees.
However, I had a a catastrophe during it all. I always lock my bag in the church safe (it is like a bank vault), for security.
We were seriously flagging and decided to go home for something to eat and a break.
The young sacristan went to get keys and I went to get my bag, but the safe wouldn't open. Total panic, for everything was in it, purse, bank cards, Blue badge medication etc. It would unlock, but the handle wouldn't budge.
I was alone in the church, because the P.P had been called to the hospital. 😱
I went and borrowed his keys, but they wouldn't budge either. Obviously, I couldn't phone DH, he still isn't well enough to drive.
Eventually, I gave up and went home. Thankfully, I had my car keys in my pocket, or I would have been in a mess.
Why is my life so problematic? To make matters worse, I couldn't get a hold of the P.P and all the items for 5pm Mass were in the safe!!
Eventually the P,P phoned me. He was so calm and told me to pray to St. Joseph, the worker.
He is lucky, he was not standing beside me. 🤬
I said that everything was in my bag and I had promised DH, a treat of a takeaway, but had no money nor cards. My priorities were all wrong, but it had been an exceptionally long day. 😉
He replied that he would give me the money. 😄
Half an hour later, he phoned. Thankfully, I had been able to unlock the safe, and he had then been able to release the jammed handle, by dismantling part of the lock. ( I hadn't realised, that he was so hand's on.
We had already been looking up the phone numbers of local safe breakers.😉
The greatest irony, my blood pressure had actually come down with all the drama.
It was 9pm, when I got home, totally exhausted. The takeaway was awful, perfect end to a perfect day!
Once I see DH is settled, ( BP still very high) I'm off to church again. The Monday sacristan is in Teneriffe ( lucky man 😎) and the chief Sacristan pretended yesterday, he didn't know he was supposed to cover today.
I have been biting my tongue, but don't think I can hold out much longer.
I won't be doing anything physical, just losts of tidying up. My back is so painful. It's my own fault.
Best wishes to all the poorlies and their carers, it is not easy.
Enjoy your day, folks.